Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Sleeping next to her is almost better than fucking her.
So vulnerable. She nuzzled into my chest, threw her legs over mine, even rolled on top of me at one-point, dry humping my belly in her sleep. It took every cell of my control not to lay her down and shove my dick back inside her as deep as it could go. But I promised her. I promised myself. Her needs come before my needs. Sometimes my wants will come before her wants, but that's a different thing entirely.
Laying here with her, I finally register the difference in our size. I'm six foot six. Haven't weighed myself in a while, but I know I'm twice her size. Twice plus. Shame knocks around in my chest.
I didn't sleep. I didn't want to miss a moment. But I've been laying here with her a good five hours now, the sun starting to peek through the blinds.
I have to do right by her.
Thoughts of my brother have flashed through my head all night. As different as we are, we're still one and the same. We fought battles together our whole lives. Scottish brothers stick together. Scottish twin brothers…the thought trails off. I wonder if this would be the thing that finally splits us apart.
I shake it off. There's too much to do.
I ease out of bed, tug on a pair of jeans from my drawer, and work my way downstairs to the kitchen. There are piles of boxes and bags inside the front door. My personal shopper has the door code. I heard the deliveries arrive when I was still in my office working during the night.
I came down just long enough to find a few things she might need in the bathroom and set them out for when she woke up before crawling in bed next to her. A little thrill moves through me thinking about the look on her face when she comes down and sees it all.
I also added a few things to the shopping list myself. Food. Real food. I didn't go so far as to think I could actually cook, so I had some pre-prepared meals put together. Hopefully I can follow the instructions and at least get them warm in the oven.
She stumbles down the stairs a few minutes later.
I look at her, pride flooding my chest. She's wearing my shirt from last night — the one with only one button left because I tore it open, the rest popped off somewhere. She rubs her eyes with her little fists, and my cock comes straight to attention, already seeking that fresh little heaven between her legs.
"How you sleep, baby?" I step toward her. The kitchen counter is littered with five of the breakfast options the shopper left in the refrigerator. I think I turned the oven on, but honestly right now I don't even know. Seeing her here in my shirt, sex-messed hair, cheeks pink from sleep — all is right with my world. "We can get a different bed if that one wasn't comfortable for you."
"The bed was fine, Daddy." She blinks slowly. "I don't remember anything after you told me to open my legs and then walked into the bathroom and—" She makes a sweeping motion over her face with her open hand. "Just black. That's it."
"You needed sleep."
A long, low groan rolls out of her belly. I reach down and press my hand against it, feeling the vibrations underneath.
"You fell asleep before I could feed you."
"I'm fine." She shakes her head. "My stomach always does that in the morning. I'm not hungry."
"Bullshit." I grit it out.
I haven't taken many beefs with her mother over the years. But this food thing is going to fucking stop right now.
I drag her over to the island, lift her up onto the edge, and shove my body between her legs, settling her arms up onto my shoulders as I grab her by the waist. My fingertips practically meet along the indent of her spine.
"You need food. You cannot be your best starved half to death." She opens her mouth and I pull one hand from her waist and clamp it over her lips. "There are some things that are going to be non-negotiable. Your health is non-negotiable. So, we're going to get you on fresh real food. Fruit, vegetables, fish. I know you don't like meat. I'll respect that. But I already have the best naturopath in the city lined up. We have an appointment next week. Full panel of blood work. We're going to find out what your nutrition levels actually are, get you on whatever supplements you need, and then we're going to follow their advice. Your body is going to be healthy. You can dance, but you're not going to dance yourself into the ground."
I release her mouth and she exhales and I take whatever protest she was mounting with my mouth.